21 Wishes

1*

Her
(July 2011)
Herndon, Virginia

She rests peacefully. A smile forming on her smooth, pimple free, skin. Her hair wrapped up and pinned, the color of charcoal. Her hand hoists her head, fingers slender and smooth. Only part of her arms are visible for the other part along with the rest of her body is hidden under the silk sheets that are dyed the color of royalty, purple.

DING
DING
DING

The doorbell echoes throughout the house, awakening the sleeping beauty.

GRRRRR

No, not a dog, but the beauty who now holds the facial expression of a beast. Her feet swings of the right side of her bed and falls into the cozy, fuzzy slippers and she grabs the silky robe that matches the color of the slippers, white. Cascading down the corridor and the steps of her home, she rolls her eyes in utter annoyance and swings the door open to face the maintenance man.

"What the hell do you want?"

"No need for attitude Ms. Matthews," he replied with a smirk to follow.

"What is your purpose for being here?"

"Well, I why'd like to take you out, but you did actually call and request my services."

With an annoyed and forced smile, she resumed the conversation.

"What might those services include Mr. Abbassy?"

Having previously been of Ms. Matthews service, Laurence Abbassy bypassed Ms. Matthews and went up the way she came down and entered her bedroom.

Astonished, she quickly follows behind him ready to exchange a few good words, but the sight not only shocked her, but it also caused her to be filled with great embarrassment.

Laurence was bent over the toilet that is located in the bathroom, with his tool bag resting close by, that is conjoined with her bedroom.

Hating the idea of having to apologize to anyone, let alone the maintenance man, she simply told him that the money could be found on the table by the door on his way out.

Laurence, knowing then type of person she was, knew that she would not have apologized to him and that she would have forgotten about the call she made, requesting a maintenance to fix her clogged toilet.

The next time those beautiful chocolate orbs met the cream walls of her room, was around 9 in the morning.

Following standard procedure, feet in slippers and body in robe, she cascaded down the hall and stairs, passed the front door and into the kitchen to make her come hot tea.

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